Doin’ Des Moines
Doin’ Des Moines I first came through Des Moines in 1962 when I was eight years old. My mother, sisters and I were living in Madison, Wisconsin while my mother was getting her Ph.D. My Uncle John, who was a retired Chief Petty Officer in the Navy and now worked as a janitor at a local school in National City, California, had won a big score at the racetrack in Tijuana and had used the…

